When I photograph, what I'm really doing is seeking answers to things.
My honour was not yielded, but conquered merely.
I will not be triumphed over.
Fool! Don't you see now that I could have poisoned you a hundred times had I been able to live without you.
All strange and terrible events are welcome, but comforts we despise.
[At Marc Antony's tomb:] Nothing could part us in life, but now in death we are likely to change places, you the Roman lying here in Egyptian soil, and I, helpless woman that I am, being buried in Italy.
Be it known that we, the greatest, are misthought.
I remember going into Steve [Jobs]'s house, and he had almost no furniture in it. He just had a picture of Einstein, whom he admired greatly, and he had a Tiffany lamp and a chair and a bed. He just didn't believe in having lots of things around, but he was incredibly careful in what he selected.
Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.
I'm a big believer in personal responsibility. My life wasn't always peaches and roses. Where I am today is through a belief in hard work and never saying no.
Here I sit, alone at 60, Bald and fat and full of sin Cold the seat, and loud the cistern As I read the (Harpic) (Lysol) tin